Farce

If i were a caterpillar
Life would be a farce;
I'd climb up all the shrubs and trees
and slide down on my hands and knees.

It even rhymes. My big sister told me this when i was a child. I thought it frightfully daring.

Actually—and this has only just occurred to me—there should be a final line:

and end up on the grass

They may be an internet source; i should check.

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